Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Monday, March 19, 2007

Sonnet to Eric Baus (Dorothea Lasky)

Sonnet to Eric Baus

There is the beauty that I felt
And the beauty that I felt because I met you
And without that there is much
That would not have flown
Through the sky like balloons
There is one thing
A balloon
Kierkegaard said
There were many who knew the story
But only one who it made sleepless
That one is the saved one!
The saved one
I saved you
But you saved me, too

Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself (Wallace Stevens)

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.

He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.

The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow...
It would have been outside.

It was not from the vast ventriloquism
Of sleep's faded papier-mache...
The sun was coming from the outside.

That scrawny cry–-It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,

Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Parallel Bars Reading Series

Laura Solomon and I are starting a new reading series in Philadelphia. Please see for more information.